This is a song about "Bones in your body"

I'm predisposed to reap your bones

Patron black, uh, patron jones

You will wake up in the er with your body covered in stitches

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

Is dc in the house, without a doubt

Leave your body in a fuckin' swamp, half dug out

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Dig down a hole throw the rest of your body in it

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

In your body sections so fast you'll be dead in milliseconds

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

They'll find your body deep in a lake

I saw your body laying in the grass, i still love you, yes i do

You bammas like hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you

Sittin' up in project hallways, crankin' bass, smokin' bones,

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes